"How do you do it?"
"Having twins must be hard!"
"Is it a lot harder than having one baby?"
"I don't think I could ever do that."
These are just a few variations of a common comment I get from friends and strangers about being a mom of twins.
Depending on the mood I'm in, my responses vary.
If I'm feeling chipper, I'll launch into my informative reply:
Actually, having twins is a lot easier than I though it'd be. You just have to get them on a schedule. My kids eat at the same time, sleep at the same time, and even seem to poop almost at the same time! Honestly, I think it's easier than having two just a year or so apart. At least my kids eat the same foods, wear the same size clothes and diapers, have the same nap schedules. I can't imagine having to handle two young ones at different ages with wildly different needs! Now that sounds hard!
If I'm feeling tired, I give my passive reply:
Yes, it is hard. Sometimes I don't know how I do it. (Then stick my nose in a book or change the subject.)
If I'm feeling frisky, I might give one of my smart ass replies:
"How do you do it?" With a lot of help from cheap wine, ambien, and ear plugs.
"Having twins must be hard!" Nah, two aren't so bad. Now triplets, that was bad! I finally just took their other brother back to the hospital for a refund.
"Is it a lot harder than having one baby?" I don't know. I've never had just one baby.
"I don't think I could ever do that." What would you have done? Put one on the curb with a sign around its neck saying, "Free to a good home."